S and MThe smell of leather, gliding over your skin,My lips moving, not sure where to begin. So much pleasure, and so much pain,Watching your blood fall, I make it rain.It splatters on the floor,It runs to the drain.I'm cleansing your body, With its filthy stain.The bonds tighten as you scream out,I'm laughing so hard, watching you doubtYour morals, your fears,As I bring that edge near.Did I take it too far?If so, that's too bad.You believed the illusionOf control you never had.